Out Of Order (TMR Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

I woke up to the sound of laughter coming from the doorway of Minho's hut. When I awoke, I almost forgot that I was in the maze. I looked up to see Newt and Ben standing in the doorway, giggling, yes giggling. I turn to face them, confused.

"Ugh, why are you two laughing? Geez, the sun isn't even out yet, why are you waking me up so early?" I asked, my voice rough. I tried to look at them with an angry expression but my eyes were so glazed over with sleep that I could bearly see their faces. They ignore me and continue laughing. I then try to turn over but I felt Minho's arm wrapped around me tightly. He was spooning me. This is not how we fell asleep last night. I awkwardly lifted his arm, trying to get out from under him as Newt and Ben begin laughing even harder. Dang, Minho must be a deep sleeper.

I got up and pushed the boys out of the doorway, stepping into the glade and quietly shutting Minho's Door behind me.

Ben started to walk away, still laughing. I look over at Newt who was still trying to catch his breath.

"You two looked awfully comfortable," Newt said with a smirk. I look back at him, my face filled with embarrassment.

"I was just tired and went to bed. When I woke up, Minho was there. That's all I know. It's as simple as that," I say, starting to walk off towards the picnic tables only a few yards away from me. I could here Newt's footsteps following close behind. I sat down, letting out a loud groan. Newt sat down across from me.

"Not much of a morning person are you?" he asks, not expecting an answer. Before I had time to think about my response, the words slipped out of my mouth.

"Slim it, I'm tired shuckface," I say immediately regretting it as a short breath escapes my mouth. Newt looks at me wide eyed with a smile slapped across his face.

"You've caught onto glader slang quite fast, Green Bean," he responds with a chuckle.

I look down at my hands, my face lighting up. I see a small silver ring on my right index finger. I twist it over to see two letters scratched into the sides. E+N. A heart was printed after those letters.

It must have been on me when I was sent up in the box. But what did it mean? I stared down at the ring when I noticed Newt doing the same.

"What's that?" he says, his eyes glued to the peice of metal that hugged my finger. I shrugged. Looking back up at Newt.

E. My name. It meant Eve, I assumed. But what did the N mean? Was this a friendship ring? Did I have friends in my past life? Did I have a boyfriend? I tried so hard to remember. That's when it hit me. Newt. His name started with the same letter. Could Newt and I have known eachother before the glade?

A voice pulls me out of my thought. It was Newt. "Well," he says, "what is it?"

I didn't want to admit what I had been thinking. So, I quickly responded with, "oh-nothing." I started to pull my hand out of his view, but he quickly grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand infront of his face.

"It doesn't look like nothing. Where'd you get it? What does it mean?" he questioned, still staring at the ring.

"I-I don't know. I guess I was wearing it when I was sent up in the box," I say, pulling my hand away. His posture starts to slowly relax itself, as mine does too.

"Hmm. Well, okay then, Greenie. I'm bloody starving, let's get some breakfast  from Frypan," he says standing up.

We started to walk towards the small wooden shack that I assumed was where they cooked the food. There was a large square hole in the side of the shack. We approached the hole.

By now, the sun had rose and most of the gladers had make their way to the breakfast line that lead to the hole in the side of the shack. We got in line.

Once it was Newt and I's turn to get our food, Newt looks up through the hole and smiles. "Mornin' Fry," he says to a dark skinned boy as the boy handed him a small bowl of what looked to be oatmeal. I looked up, moving infront of the hole to see the boy.

"Morning," he says scooping some oats into a bowl. "The name's Frypan. Welcome to the Glade, Greenie," he says handing me the bowl.

"Eve," I retort, while walking away to find Newt sitting back at our table. Why does everyone keep calling me that? What the heck is a Greenie?

I sat down at the table, this time next to Newt. I begin shoveling the oatmeal into my mouth as Newt beings to speak, watching me.

"Eat up, Green Bean. We have a lot of things to do today, and you'll need your energy," he says, beginning to eat. I pause my eating and look back up at Newt.

"Why does everyone keep calling me that?" I asked, annoyed. "I have a name you know," I finished, continuing to eat.

"That's what we call the Newbies in the glade," he says as he dumps another scoop of oatmeal in his mouth.

I sighed and continued to talk. "What kind of things are we going to be doing today, Newtie?" I asked chuckling. I could feel his eyes on me, as I still continued to eat.

"Newtie? Why'd you call me that, Shank?" he said through a smile. I laughed at this response.

"You have so many weird nicknames for me that I that I thought you should have one too," I retorted, looking him in the eye with a slight grin on my face.

"Good that," he stated as I felt a weight on the opposite side of the table. Sitting across from me, was Minho.

"Morning, Princess," he says, setting down his bowl.

"Why do keep calling me that?" I ask, a bit harshly. He looks down at his bowl, starting to eat.

"So, today you'll get the tour then, Princess," Minho said ignoring my question. I nod, a tiny bit annoyed. I look back over to Newt who I hadn't realized was still there throughout this whole conversation.

"Anyway," Newt says with a deviant smirk, "you shanks sure looked comfy this morning." I quickly shot Newt a dirty glance that shut him up. Minho did not respond, he just kept eating.

"So," Newt says, "we should get going then. Can't afford to lose daylight." Newt stands up, motioning for me to follow. He grabs both of our bowls and stacks them at the end of the table. I nod and stand up, following Newt as we head towards a small set of huts in the distance.